New day intrinsically. Prone intrinsic sleep, A world so strange, It mocks the sane, Or so it seems to be, As two arrange for three, Plan the day, Hours wane, So one can live in peace, Intrinsic wake so suddenly, Search for cables in a rage, Time is locked away. Twenty minutes after three, Moon falls soon from the trees, Longing for to stay, Now not time for play, I clean myself and peace, Work for eight or so at least, Bike home, Bus if there is rain, Smoke a bowl then meditate, One by one prepare the feast. Deranged I aim to vaguely please, People bitching in my face, Keeping up a steady pace, Intrinsically return to sleep, New days for eternity.
Everyone is so depressed, Though no one likes a downer, As such casts frowns upon the Frowner, And thus becoming frowns themselves, Lusting after laughter, Mad and frown obsessed, Coat the world in spite of love or hate, Diethyl Ether, If I entertain the hatred one more hour, I may get a bullet in my chest. If I entertain my love for higher power, I may still get a bullet in my chest. Though no one likes a downer, I'll admit that I'm depressed, I wish I could be smart and know it all, But I'll confess; I'm not, and I don't. Thus I walk unto another test, Often times my thoughts are downers, This is why I acquiesce.
Bulwark for a king's depression, Surely there is not. Within the vast divine impressions, Introspective thought. A cirque carved in a sick obsession, Leaves a body fraught. Torn apart from mind's aggression Coldness forced astop.
See World will fall when we all, See a rope in a reptile, Idealize walls in a jail cell, Bear witness to false accusation of fraud, See prophets as wrong, See essences in every object apart, Bear witness to art manifesting itself, Square of a ball, See ourselves as a witness, Never abroad, Forever in transit through cosmos with thoughts that material objects transcend even God. "But what if I'm God?" God transcends all, You're an ignorant clod, Appendage at best, Syllogistically flawed, Essentially fraught, Logistically faulty. God can be everyone without everyone God, Frogs are all animals (not all animals frogs).
Oy Vey, A Mogwai of a brain, Nibbled after midnight, Now unable to maintain. They say, We can move to Hogewey, We can spend time doing nothing, We can piss away our days.
All life delenda est¹, Heterogeneous minds develop post-deletion, War, Children, it's just a shot away, Rape; a murderous arrest. All life lived best, Mental quest yearning soul completion. War, Children, it's just a shot away, This is only a test. Footnotes: 1. delenda est latin for 'to be destroyed'.
As acumen abjects, Objectors expect to see; Families dissecting tragically, A death in the humanities, Favor to the selfless vanities, That favor self-indulged reality, Unfavoring the human breed, With all due respect, I don' respect the scene, I don' spect to pass unseen, By turning 'round in leave, I'll levitate with ease, Every package needing fleet, Sans rest sleeping on my feet, Life absurd in retrospect.
From dying lips was told, A tale of winters melting wax, Turning summers cold. Stranger tales we will betell, I'm sure, Stranger sights we will behold. Forever we will speak the truth, Except regarding days of yore.
Prithee those afore me, Leave or die away, If only for a moment, Prithee chance to meditate.
Int'resting, In twisting, Intro strings, Inter resting, Inner sting.
Ohm, I wish to be Austere, For if I knew I was her end, I truly wouldn't care. Ohm, I wish to be the air, To float where she has fun, For truly there is none, If in life she isn't there, Ohm, I wish to be the Pleiades, Forever sailing ones, Sailing to my maiden's needs. Ohm, I with to be Pellucid, An interest in her sight, To cloud her camera obscura. Ohm, I wish to be Polaris, In dark her warmest light, Beaming through her apertures.
You stole my fucking stones, And now I want them back, I'm exhausted for no reason, And I doubt, I doubt your mind's on track. Where are all your pyramids? I've never seen a one, I'm angry all damned season, And I know, I know you're still undone. I'm damn tired for too damn long. Millennia since pyramids, Meager wage preventing treason, And I believe, I believe conspiracies in myriads. To stand back and reflect, Drowsy, Erect, Accomplished, And now we are the Iliads. Worthless, Lacking respect, All shit. New hands smacking old elect, Lousy, Inept, Unaccomplished, Yet the common ride on chariots, Horseless, Acting intact, Shit polished.
First Epoch Remaining austere, Regaining sophistication, Antonio tore us, Your all-known creation, Teaching the Sophist the true contemplation. Second Epoch Antonio Torres in poor destitution, For the music they play is pure prostitution, Well-tempered lyres swelling vast elocution, Conception of torrents of great contribution.
Now I'm alone, My plans fall through my hands, My plans falter my plans, Ditch-dogging philosophers, Diurnal bemoan, Unified spirit, Plods as it tries, Not to grovel and heave, Unable to die, Hand firmly on heart, Swear tell not a lie, Humankind curses nix, Shant invention decry, For those who know me, Easy going guy, Steed Spearhorse, A nobody, Unable to kill a man, With no body. Triangles illuminating, Intercepting, dissecting, Emanating, reflecting. Nervously wrecked, Fuck-up of the hoi polloi, A boy torn from life, Tearing back at the tears, Falling drunken sufficed, Your plans fall in your hands, Your plans are your plans, You fall alone, Your all alone, And I'm Alone, To Die Alone.
BGEA, Time to bash on gays, Time to bash on Asian food, Don't just bash to haze. Bash some fucking heads in too, Bash some fucking brains, Bashing all the lunatics, I'll bash them all insane, I'm bashful in my private life, Bashing costumes in the gaze, Bashed my own head full of dreams, Abashed, I bashed them all away.
Sit back and listen as appassionata plays, Something fires from a musical regatta, Emotion lingers on for days. Simple sounds service not his fingers, All basic math retold and forgot, Something more than strings and levers. Some more than Beet and Bach.
Dammit, why? Scenes go by when hips moved side by side, Striding by wayside before waving good-bye, Parallel shutting her eyes; My shoulders shudder when boats pass me by. Before air was too dry, Before I was too late to try, To crack a smile to the heavens wry, Asking why. Dammit, why?
Bueller, Bueller, Bueller Pews faced to view the fooler Tools taken from the tooler Put online to try and school her Austerity, Austerity, Austere A cry that no-one cares to Words with fares to blare through Worlds unfair to tear through Heaven, Heaven, Above A thought I think the world of If nothing comes from nothing What are acts of love?